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I know what's to come, though I'm feelin' happy now
Don't know when I'm drunk, (. . . . . . . . .) always lets me down
Cos I always stay too long, long enough for somethin' to go wrong
(I'm in a bar . . . . . . .)
(But it's all I want . . . .) The police are on their way right now
Cos I always stay too long, long enough for somethin' to go wrong
Yeah, I always stay too long, (them ladies they're singing my s s song sssss song )
I got my peeps them with me shouting pull up your socks
Cos we just broke the law and now we're running from cops
I got my lip bust fightin' now there's blood on my top
And I'm still out looking for a party, somewhere to stop
I got my peeps, them telling me they know where it's at
So I pull out 20 notes and jump straight into a cab
I'm on my way to where I'm going thinking I need more jack
But that probably ain't the brightest idea I've ever had
Cos I always stay too long, long enough for somethin' to go wrong
Hey . . On the run from the law, I'm looking worse for wear
I go through a door and suddenly I find myself somewhere
Cos something's bound to go wrong . . . if I stay too long
I know I'm gonna too drunk before I start singing my s-s-song, s-s-song, s-s-s-s-s-song, s-s-s-s-s-song.
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
I got my peeps them with me at the bar doing shots
Cos now we're so fucking plastered, we don't know when to stop
I got my girlfriend ringing me, belling me up
I know I should probably answer but I just can't be fucked
I got my peeps them with me and I'm having a blast
I'm feeling so fucking good right now I want it to last
So I put my phone on silent and I reach for my glass
The music's so fucking banging, feel like I wanna dance
I'm at the bar and I see this chick checking me out
(from afar, yes she was there aint no doubt
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Looking my way as if to say ' I'm in with a shout'
So I pull a chair up and then I buy us a drink, she says cheers, I say yeah, our glasses go clink
Now I'm being bad in a cab, groping this girl
Once the cabbies paid, we make our way up to the hotel
Now I'm in a lift getting lips (. . . . . . . . . . . . . .)
But do I care, do I fuck? I'm on a roll . . . yo